Walking in a Winter Wonderland

Disclaimer: Not mine! No suing!

A/N: Inspired by a poem.

Snow covers the trees like a sheet of white gold

If you stop to watch it you'll never grow old

If you touched the trees I'm sure that they would fall

It looks so magnificent, as if it's not there at all

I dream of a white Christmas I will always know

It's like the whitest icing sugar, such dazzling snow

This beauty shall be ruined by one fall of rain

But something so stunning will surely come again

This scene was made by nature, what a beautiful thing

If I ever find this paradise I would stand up and sing

I've never seen anything so pretty, it does not have a price

I'd like it tied up with a bow, oh that would be nice.

As Lorelai wandered down the street, she felt the air change. The mystery of wonder settled itself among the Christmas shoppers. She wondered how life could ever be bad when she felt the way she was feeling. She began to hum her favourite Christmas carol. Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

For Lorelai, nothing was more magnificent than snow falling over her little corner of the world. With the exception of the birth of her daughter, nothing put Lorelai more at ease than a fall of fresh snow.

She found life was always at it's best when it snowed. Rory's first steps. The Winter Carnival. Christmas. Her first real date with Max Medina. And now that she had finally found what was lying right in front of her all these years, Lorelai was sure life didn't get any better than this.

She let herself into Luke's tiny diner. Allowing feeling to rush back to her ears and nose, the heat enveloped her, giving her the even more comforting feeling of knowing, that even though it was beautiful outside, there was always somewhere better to return to.

She watched as Luke attended to people's coffee needs. Taking pleasure in the small smile that had taken residence on his face since she'd walked in. Oh yes. This is definitely what life must be like in fairytales. Happy, warm, peaceful and perfect. Completely oblivious to everyone else, Lorelai was openly staring at him. Her 'him.' He filled mugs and cleared dishes, wiped tables and greeted patrons at the door, if he happened to be standing there. Surely it had to be her turn now. She'd tried to be patient. She'd tried not to hog the lovely coffee man, she was in love with. But there was only so much watching a Gilmore could do.

He made his way to the counter, where Lorelai Gilmore was sitting. How he landed himself, the most beautiful woman in town, was beyond him, but he had. And what was more is, she wanted him too. He tried to look busy. And he'd tried to not glance at her like a school boy with a crush every two seconds, but love is a funny thing. And there used to be a time when Luke would have been ashamed to admit that to himself. But not anymore. He was in love with Lorelai Gilmore and he didn't care he found out.

All these years Lorelai had been infesting his mind with wondrous thoughts of how perfect life was when it snowed. Not once had he ever entertained this ridiculous notion. Until now. Luke suddenly had the impulsive urge to sing. And due to the fact that this particular Danes didn't sing he settled for humming inaudibly to himself. Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.